I am a beetle or I am a tick
You like to concur
And you contradict
To relay
To convey
My point and my view
You're annoyed and impressed
When you're lucky it was you
Sinking into the bed
As we become one man
We would hear music in the trees
And arithmetic in the sand
There is no solitude in the smoke
Just a reliable old friend
Unlike our lack of touch
Unless it requires bend
And for me to break hope
With myself and my heart
You don't see your words
Aren't what tears me a part
Because I'd rather be
Sinking into the bed
There's something that you keep quiet
Like the fact you're inside my head
While I feel no comfort on someone elses floor
While you're alone in your room
I'm wanting something more
